the world is for the young

i was looking in the mirror last night

my grey hair turned to black

i was looking in the mirror last night

and pleasant memories came back

i remember the time when i was seventeen

and all the things that i wanted to do

the world was new

the world is for the young

c'mon

we're on our way

its a wonderful place

but when we done what we're going to do

then we'll have changed it's face

searching through some papers one day

a sweet scent filled the air

it came from the letter i found

and a lock of dark hair

it belonged to a girl who was in love with me

and she written that without me

she'd die

i wonder why?

looking through an album last night

i came acrossed a snap

that showed a handsome youth

with a girl sitting on his lap

valentino?" i thought